A Story of Magic and Miscommunication

Chapter 7

TW Weapon, description of injuries, kidnapping reference? ish?

Roman's POV

I decided to ditch the last class of the day; I had more important things to worry about. Namely, the small bundle of purple and black in my arms.

I shifted him in my hold and practically ran down the empty hallways, slightly concerned at how easily I ran while holding another human. He had to be like 90 pounds.

I somehow maneuvered my hands to grab the car keys in my pocket, and unlocked my Mercades. I gently set Virgil in the back seat and ran around and got in the front.

Ok, in hindsight, maybe essentially kidnapping a teenager wasn't the best idea, but I knew for a fact that the school nurse was incompetent, and, based on what I knew of Virgil, an emergency room bill could do some damage.
So, as I sat in the front seat of my car with an unconscious 18ish year old in the back, I improvised.

Pulling out my phone, I sent a text to Patton and Logan, telling them to leave class early and head to my house. I used our emergency chat that would send notifications through even if the phone was on silent.

I then set my phone in the passenger seat and turned the keys in the ignition.

Virgil stayed asleep for the entire car ride. He stirred a bit as I pulled into my driveway, but stayed unconscious.

My parents were out of town on yet another business trip, and I was an only child, so I didn't worry about being caught as I carried Virgil into the house.

I laid him on the couch in the family room. I knew the others would show up within the next few minutes, so I didn't bother grabbing my phone.

Instead, I ran to the nearest bathroom and pulled out a first aid kit.

I was running back to Virgil when the front door opened and the confused voice of my boyfriend sounded through the house.

"Ro? Are you alright?" Patton called out. His warm yet worried voice helped ground me, and I took a deep breath before going to the foyer to greet them.

I skidded to a stop in front of Logan and Patton. "Uh, I'm fine, but we have a situation." Logan frowned.

"What kind of 'situation,' Roman?" He asked, thinly veiled concern in his voice.

"Uh, just follow me," I told them, turning on my heel and briskly walking towards where I'd left Virgil.

Logan's sharp intake of breath and Patton's gasp told me that they saw Virgil.

I didn't blame them for their reactions. It was a pretty disturbing sight. Virgil's left eye was swollen, his lip was split, his face covered in newly forming bruises, and dried blood stained his face. His hoodie and tank top had ridden up slightly, and you could see a spattering of bruises on his stomach peeking out from the oversized hoodie.

"What happened?" Patton asked, his voice cracking slightly with emotion.

"You know that Eric kid who's always following us around?" My boyfriends nodded in unison.

"He and his friends were beating up Virgil." Logan's jaw clenched slightly and Patton's eyes watered.

"Why would anyone do this?" He asked, blinking away tears. I shrugged helplessly. I didn't have an answer. Logan made eye contact with me.

"I assume I'm here to perform first aid?" He said, phrasing the statement as a question. I nodded in confirmation and tossed him the first aid kit, which he took and knelt next to Virgil.

I looked at Virgil, and I could've sworn his fringe was being brushed out of his eyes by something, but no one was there.

I watched as Logan cleaned the blood off of his face and treated a cut on his forehead that I hadn't even realized was there.

"Roman," Logan addressed me. "Could you help me remove Virgil's tank top and hoodie? I believe he has further injuries on his torso that may need treating." I nodded and walked over to them, helping Logan pull off the clothing. I couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped at the sight of his torso.

Bruises covered his abdomen, I don't think that there was an inch of untouched skin on his abs, but the worst part is that some of them were older. This wasn't the first time this had happened.

Virgil has an admittedly impressive 6 pack, which I would not have expected from the non-confrontational shadowling. He had lean muscles on his arms too, and my heart clenched when I saw the fingerprint-shaped bruises decorating them.

"Lo, I'm pretty sure I heard his ribs break." Logan frowned, and pressed his hands lightly against each of Virgil's ribs.

"None of them are broken, but two are fractured," Logan informed me. (This is probably hella inaccurate so don't listen to me about anything I'm too lazy to research this shit. If you think your ribs are broken go to the hospital, don't go to a teenager for medical advice and DONT PRESS ON THE BROKEN FUCKING RIBS! (Probably again I am not qualified to talk about any of this so I'm gonna shut up now))

"Help me wrap his ribs, it'll help them heal." Logan grabbed a roll of bandages from the first aid kit and hauled Virgil into a sitting position.

He and I wrapped Virgil's ribs the best we could given that Virgil was unconscious.
Logan and I stepped back to look at Patton, who had tear tracks staining his face.

"V was fine this morning..." he mumbled, staring in Virgil's general direction.

"Wait," I said. "You know Virgil?" Patton's eyes widened.

"That's Virgil?" He asked, incredulous. He had heard many times about the obnoxious kid in Roman's English class. I nodded. "Oh. I took the bus today and I sat next to him. He was fine. Now, he's unconscious on my boyfriend's couch."

As if on cue, Virgil's eyes shot open.
He looked around, confused, and spotted us. When he did, his eyes blew wide, and he jumped up, vaulted over the fucking couch, bent down, pulled a switchblade out of his combat boots, and flicked it open to point it at us - all of which must've hurt like hell, considering he was a walking bruise .

"Where the fuck am I?"